On the way home from retreat…part of me is clinging so tightly to what I fear may be left behind my fingernails are bloody.
May we accept more fully our beauty and belovedness.
And welcome whatever happens…And forget what you thought you knew – all of it. And welcome God, as God wishes to be with you.
Sometimes a little thing can mean so much, yet sometimes it doesn’t mean much at all. Sometimes all I have to offer is to listen.
Retreat-yearning growing, the only thing to do is to be…